Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.